Clown in the Moon by Dylan Thomas
My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
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Links:
I Wept Not - Chapter 16
Dylan Thomas
Dylan Thomas - Wikipedia
Poems by Dylan Thomas
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